“You boys have fun!” Becca calls over her shoulder, blowing me a kiss and following the other hockey wives out the front door.
Our house was the rendezvous spot for their evening plans—dinner at the new Asian fusion restaurant in the neighborhood, followed by some cheesy chick flick at the historic movie theater. Knowing them as well as we do, we know they’ll probably stop for midnight margaritas at their favorite Mexican spot before they call us for a ride. Years of this, and we’ve got Girls’ Night down to a science.
The door clicks shut, leaving Grant, Justin, Jordie, and me to watch the tiny humans for the next several hours. There are eight of them between the four of us, so we’re vastly outnumbered.
Jordie waits until the coast is clear before launching back into his cloth versus d
